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We Can(‘t) Do It!

Tonight, I can honestly say that marriage can be trying. I am currently sitting in the car, stranded, because of a flat tire.


Now don’t go thinking that I can’t change it. I’m actually really good at that. I’m stuck because there is no key for the final lug nut.


Where, you might ask, is this vital tool? Good question. No one seems to know. While I’ve been driving this car for the last 6 months, it’s Chris’, and I’m going to throw this one into his court!

It didn’t help that when I called him, he responded, “I thought it might be that one. It looked off the other day.” WHAT was that?!?

Granted, he’s on his way to rescue me, but that makes me mad!! I wanted to take care of this on my own- like the modern day lady I am- but I can’t because I don’t have the right parts.

Maybe he did this so that he could be my knight in shining armor… But I think he’d say I wouldn’t need rescuing if I didn’t run over curbs so often.

Comments on: "We Can(‘t) Do It!" (2)

  1. Robin, I’m so happy to hear that my troubles are genetic! Thanks for lifting my spirits.

  2. Robin Sanders said:

    Emily, hitting curbs is a genetic thing. Panga says that your grandfather never saw a curb he didn’t want to meet!!!! I have lifetime alignment on every car I own.

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